My mom and my friend, L, both think that the baby we’re going to adopt will be a girl. They both use feminine pronouns when talking about “her.” I’m kinda thinking it’ll be a boy.

This is a weird story but I’m going to attempt to tell it correctly.

When I was pregnant with Noah — maybe four or five months along — I was working with some kids and I glanced over at one little boy playing at the rice table. He was African American, about two, and he was leaning over so all I could see was the back of his neck and I thought without thinking (you know those gleams of thoughts), “Oh, there’s my son.”

It’s difficult to explain. It was something about the nape of his neck, it seemed so familiar to me in the same way that Noah’s neck is familiar to me now. Of course I didn’t even have a son yet and I didn’t even know how the nape of your child’s neck is familiar and beloved but it was that exact feeling. Maybe I slipped into an alternate universe or something.

In any case, since that moment I’ve always known in the back of my mind that I would adopt and I always thought a little further back in my mind that the child I would adopt would be an African American boy.

If my mom and friend L are right and we adopt a girl, then I’ll assume we’re going back to the pool at some point because I know another son is waiting for me. I can’t wait to meet him.

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